#erm. i have no idea when a good time to post is

[terra-is-tired]

qpac and the beautiful baby boy himself

#tragically i suffer from Making Characters’ Hair Fluffy disease bc qpac’s hair should Not be that fluffy in the first sketch #finished digitized drawings are a rare treat btw do not expect them consistently. however i Do have traditional sketches often #PAC IS SO FUN TO DRAW if you smooth over his facial features in your qfitpac drawings i am killing you with hammers #still not sure on ramón’s hair (meant to be twists) but i’m happy enough w it for now #if i end up drawing the meathead in my design for him i might change it #but i liked this as a sort of nod to the meathead #might change his horns too but i didn’t know to what #anyways. actual tags #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp ramón #ramón #ramón the egg #the beautiful baby boy #qpac #q!pac #qpactw #q!pactw #qsmp pactw #pactw fanart #i interpreted his haircut as a ponytail w undercut because every time a character cuts their hair an angel loses its wings #erm. i have no idea when a good time to post is #how did i forget my own art tag #terra sketches

[puripurin]

— Cute!Yan!Monster, who is nothing more than a literal cutiepie. Sure, his jaw is bloody and quite literally hanging by muscles, but his mannerisms are totally different than by how he looks.

The first time you saw him was in an abandoned building you were exploring for fun, dangerously stupid, but quite frankly stupid was in your middle name with all the dangerous stunts you had pulled, so this was the usual.

Until you saw him jump out of nowhere but still didn't come close to you as he banged his head on a piece of hanging metal, to which tears started forming in his eyes.

You pouted as you got a closer look. The monster that had tried to scare you had strawberry blonde hair and deep red eyes. Overall, the monster was cute except for his hanging jaw.

"Erm... are you okay?" You stooped down near him and handed him a napkin. He stared at you before taking it gracefully and wiping away his tears.

"I... I'm sorry for doing a poor job of scaring you... I'm just bad at what I'm supposed to do..." He weeped some more as he patted his tears. His voice was soft and slightly scratchy, but you had no idea where it came from, so that was a bit eerie.

"Hey, no... you actually scared me. The atmosphere was really scary as I heard your footsteps periodically, and I was always looking back. Even if it was botched, you did a good job." You patted his head as his eyes widened in happiness.

"You mean it??? I am so happy that I was able to scare you! Ah! My papa says that if you love someone very much you should marry them!" He nuggled into your chest, leaving you in confusion. "I am not letting you leave here. My papa says you should never let the person you love the most leave... I think that's for the best for you..."

"Wait, what--"

"Ah, anyways, what do you mean by you heard my footsteps periodically?" He looked up at you and tilted his head.

"Oh, it just meant I heard you walking around. Is there an issue?"

"But I don't make sound when I walk."

"Wait... then, who...?"

"Oh! Wait, you're talking about my papa!"

"Your papa?"

Just then, a horned monster layered in short black fur appeared in front of you both and screeched loudly. The cute monster giggled as he ran up to hug his papa. Meanwhile, you pass out in fear.

Eh, i think ill make a fic about his papa later. Oh also, i did post an intro, but deleted it because it was ugly so I'll have redo it, plus i was tired while doing it, so uh yeah. Also, he's not really yandere in the beginning, but once you spend more time, the more he wants to lock you up and keep you as his wife <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere monster x reader #cute yandere #yandere monster

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The adventures of Eddie Munson, jerk

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: T

Tags: modern AU; meet cute; HOH Steve Harrington; Eddie "foot in mouth" Munson; Eddie being a horny shit

Notes: based on this idea I posted a while ago. I'd link it, but alas, the tumblr search function sucks. I'll add it when I find it I guess. (Edit: found it!)

Ping.

Eddie's about to commit homicide in an airport terminal. Walk over to that asshole with the laptop and throttle him with the cord. Bury him in a shallow hole, chuck his beeping hell machine right-

Okay, breathe. 

He's overreacting. The guy's an inconsiderate jerk, but he doesn’t deserve to be murdered. Eddie's just a bit on edge ‘cause he got up at ass o'clock and now his flight is delayed and his neck is hurting from the plastic chairs and his phone is dying and- 

Ping.

Okay, that's it. 

Eddie stomps over, propelled by rage and too many energy drinks.

“Hey, asshole!”

Laptop jerk just continues typing. So he thinks he can ignore him, huh? Eddie reaches him just as the laptop dings again, grabs him by the shoulder. 

“Hey, dickhead, I'm talking to you.” 

Laptop jerk flinches so hard he nearly sends his device flying, head whipping up and- 

-shit, he's cute. Big, hazel eyes full of shocked confusion under a swoop of chestnut hair. Perfect, pouty lips parted in surprise. Eddie has a sudden impulse to wrap a hand around the curve of that throat, drop his voice, tell him to say sorry like a good boy. 

Which would be … wildly inappropriate. 

“Listen,” he says instead. “Your beeping is annoying the living hell outta me, so-” 

Something is pressed into his hand. Something rectangular and plasticy, like a business card.

“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters, lifts it so that he can read what it says. 

Hi, I'm Steve. I'm hard of hearing. 

Wait, what?

Eddie's eyes flit back to laptop jerk's face. He's smiling, but there's a distinct undercurrent of confusion and concern. Like he doesn’t know why Eddie's so angry, which is true of course, because he can't fucking hear, has no idea what he did wrong and fuuuuck, who's the jerk now? 

That shallow hole still sounds tempting, just for entirely different reasons. 

“Erm, it's just …” he starts, more slowly now, those pretty eyes following the movement of his lips. “I've been wondering if maybe …” 

Steve tilts his head. 

"... you'd wanna have coffee? My flight's delayed and-” 

If the curl of Steve's mouth is anything to go by, he knows exactly that this isn't what he wanted to say. 

He nods anyway. 

By the time Eddie’s flight lifts off, his phone is dead, but there's a sticky note with a number tucked into his pocket.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #hoh steve harrington #hype's microfics

[megistusdiary]

ITS BEEN LIKE A WHILE IVE MISSED YOU ERM...

Anyways!! Belated happy new years 🥳

About your latest post...

Vampire kaeya who sneaks you behind the knights of fav hq late at night after his duties to suck your blood mmm yum he tells you to be quiet as he teases you, sinking his fangs into your neck as his fingers slip into your underwear ahshfueihajsis

I MISSED YOU OMG!!! hi <3 and happy belated new years!

i haven't written for kaeya in forever omg, thank you for bringing me this idea 🙏 i love vampires ong

i think i kinda went off a little bit and made something else. idk yall be the judge of it..

vampire kaeya ˚ૢ⋆˚

dom! vampire kaeya x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), vampire kaeya, obligatory biting and blood, fingering, semi-public sex (in his office), asphyxiation

kaeya's office is dim, lit only by a few remaining candles and the moonlight filtering in through the beautiful windows.

you reach up on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss, only to pull away with a soft yelp at the sharp prick of his fangs.

his hand covers your mouth teasingly, fangs glinting in the light. "hush, i spent all that time sneaking you in."

you remove his hand, seeing residual blood from your lip on his skin. "you're a grown man, mister calvalry captain. i doubt anybody would question you bringing me here." you scoff playfully.

"me? bringing a woman to my office after hours? why, that could only be for one thing..." he grins even when you lightly swat at him.

"hmph, little do they know it's just so you can get your late night snack." you roll your eyes at him.

he shrugs, licking the blood off his finger, his eye fluttering shut. "archons, i'm starving." he groans.

he gently pulls you further into his office, sitting at his desk chair and curling you into his lap. you tug away the fabric covering your neck, and he hums in appreciation. he gently kisses your neck in several spots, lingering at your pulse point to feel your heartbeat thrum against his lips.

once he finds the perfect spot to sink his teeth into, he laves his tongue over the skin, softening it up. his hands gently smooth down your thighs and waist, holding you close as your eyelids flutter shut. he feels you grip his jacket, bracing for the pain, and he smiles into your neck.

"you know, it would be quite rude of me to take from you without giving you something, wouldn't it?" he mumbles lowly into your ear, fingers teasingly slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. he hears your soft little gasp, gripping his jacket tighter.

"kaeya-" you sigh as he gently touches your clit over your panties. his finger slides down the material and he smirks.

"all worked up over the thought of me sinking my teeth into you, huh?" he knew the answer, but he liked seeing you get flustered hearing it out loud.

when he slides your panties to the side, your hips buck up. his thumb rubs sweet circles into your clit, the points of his fangs gently poking into your skin. blood bubbled up beneath the little pricking sensations, followed by his tongue licking the trails up before they could run any further.

his fangs only push in deeper when his fingers finally press into you. your neck is throbbing, but your pussy is squeezing his fingers so tightly. he groans softly into you, using his free hand to cover your mouth.

the combined sounds of him feeding on your neck and finger-fucking your cunt have you reeling with embarrassment and delight. the hand on your mouth trails down to your throat.

he pulls away briefly from your shoulder to teasingly squeeze your throat. his fingers are pushing deeper into you with a frightening accuracy. the tips graze your sweet spot inside of you, only intensifying the sensation when your hips try to wiggle away from it.

"feels good, huh?" he asks and you whine, only to have it cut into a breathy squeak. "already told you, sweetheart. gotta be quiet for me."

"everyone would be right then to assume you've brought me here for one thing, huh." you wheeze out, and he laughs.

his thumb presses harder into your clit and he leans down to kiss you instead, capturing all your pretty noises. blood is left on your lips and face, the taste making you wrinkle your nose and his own lips quirk up in amusement.

the pace of his fingers speeds up as he goes back to feeding on your neck. he can tell the moment you're feeling lightheaded, considering it's the same moment you start to practically suffocate his fingers as your hips begin to stutter on their grinding.

he laps up your blood, soothing your neck as he thoroughly fucks you with his hands until you're completely limp and spent on his lap. your head lolls back on his shoulder, looking up at the blood smudged on his fangs. his tongue passes over them, and he grins down at you wickedly.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #kaeya x you #genshin x female reader #fem reader #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚ #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚ #˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ꒱ #*ੈ✩‧─𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦

[l0vem41l]

star stickers and best efforts.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop

author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs

if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.

maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.

the customers are another story.

sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.

“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”

while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.

“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.

at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.

his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.

you shake your head.

“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.

much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”

you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.

“my job.” 

“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.

“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”

you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.

sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.

go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.

“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”

“language.” he chides.

“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.

“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”

the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.

“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.

“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”

“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.

you groan and manage to shove his arm away.

“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.

“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”

with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.

and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.

“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.

“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.

“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”

sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”

something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.

you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.

meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?

— reblogs always appreciated!

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #sundrop #fnaf x reader #sundrop x reader #fnaf sundrop #dca x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb headcanons #sun x reader #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf security breach headcanons #dca x self insert #how do i tag again #help wanted 2 #kind of #not really

[cherryyan49]

Pretty girl

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

based on the song : pretty girl by highvyn

a/n: hi ! um I've never wrote fics before, so I would like to apologize in advance c: I was listening to this song and had an idea, so I attempted to write it <3 I've also never written x readers before so erm anyways! here's isaac being a simp

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

7:16 pm

The white numbers read on Isaac’s computer. He glanced around his room after dispersing from his friends a few minutes prior. Low music played from his speakers, filling the silence, as he scrolled through his instagram seeing your newest post. It was a little camera roll dump, consisting of images of you, plants and other random things that had some significance to you. He smiled to himself, pretty girl, he thought. Isaac would like to not admit to the fact that you have a lingering effect on him, constantly infecting his brain as if you were a zombie. But in fact, you’re not a zombie, you’re one of his closest friends, one of his pretty friends. A certain notification startled his trance,

‘hii !! would you like to come over for a small dinner, just me and you? I made some really good fajitas, and I don’t want to drive :T would you please ignore the mess <3’ –[initial]

He read your texts, come over– dinner– please ignore the mess. Immediately, he sent a response and grabbed his keys. The latter couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see you, let alone have dinner with you. Your text made him more giddy than just thinking about you.

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Isaac stood in front of your black apartment door, contemplating whether or not he should rip the bandaid off tonight. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider talking about these feelings to you ever. Especially not after all of his friends told him to do otherwise. He shook off his thoughts and knocked on your door. And there you were, the pretty girl, his close friend, asking him to dinner, standing right in front of him. Smiling, he followed you inside and towards her table. He couldn’t help but look around the girl’s place as if he hadn't seen it over a million times.

“What mess am I supposed to be ignoring here, [name]?” Isaac asked, carefully snooping around your mini dining room. His face softened, hearing you giggle;

“The kitchen is a wreck because I didn’t want to clean up for once. The rest of the place should be fine, but that’s why I invited you,” she teased back.

He playfully rolled his eyes, smiling at the way you smiled, gently grabbing his plate and handing it to him. Isaac admired the way you held yourself, even making a chicken fajita taco, he loved every single second of it. You turned to him, gesturing for him to make his plate, giggling once more

“You know I want someone to look at me the way you look at my lovely cooking.”

Isaac was taken aback for a moment, thinking he got himself caught staring at, uh your cooking? He made up a silly comment, defending that your cooking looks by far better than anything he’s seen at his house. The two of you bantered, with the occasional sharing of glances that made Isaac feel all giddy again. He just couldn’t explain it, you were like an angel who spawned right in front of him. You felt so close, yet so far from his grasp. He knew that you didn’t want him, he just knew. You guys had been friends for years, he didn’t want to lose you over some silly feelings. [Name] was going on about how her friends won’t leave her alone about her dating life, and the group. She was going on about multiple things, but Isaac had to confess,

“If I’m honest, I don't really like your friends. They’re obsessed. Not– not all of your friends, just the ones who struggle to listen to you when you’ve asked them many times,” his breath hitched, “That came out a little harsher than I intended.”

You looked away, thinking about what he said. He wasn’t all wrong, your friends weren’t the best when it came to these things, especially your best friend. Isaac quickly reached towards you, apologizing once more. His mind clouded with guilt, there was no way I just blew it again, he thought. 

“No, no you’re right, they are a bit obsessed with it, I just hate it. Like, talk to me about something else for once in a while, you know? I don’t want to talk about my feelings about someone all the time,” she said, giving Isaac a reassuring look.

“Yeah, I get it. It does seem frustrating having people act like lice in your hair,” he joked, getting [name] to laugh a bit. 

“Shut up,” she giggled. “Was the food good? I feel like I can talk to you for hours, sometimes I forget the main reason why I brought you here.”

Isaac giggled softly, “Yes the food was good. And I’m glad to say I guess have that impact on some people,” he began looking away, tossing his invisible long hair off his shoulder.

Isaac felt the hours go by after talking to you, getting lost into your words on the couch as it hits half past nine. He just never wanted to leave, which freaked him out at first. Him realizing that you really do have an effect on him, and he was scared. Isaac? Being scared? Yes. Nick had talked to him a few days prior about [name]; saying how you were hard to catch as you seemed to be rejecting people left and right. But Isaac knew deep down that the reasoning was because they didn’t fit you. They didn’t ‘complete’ you in the way you wanted to be completed, even despite being a more ‘independent’ type of girl. No one could really recognize it, until Isaac pointed it out. Hell, even Yumi called Isaac crazy for liking you, he understands why, but he can’t help but not be able to fathom the idea of liking one of his best friends.

After what felt like an eternity, Isaac grew some balls. Isaac brushed your hair out of your face, swiping through it gently, to fall off your shoulder. You looked at him, flushed but confused. He continued talking as if nothing ever happened, rambling about his newest video idea. [Name] sat there, still basking in what had just happened, completely wanting to ignore the slight butterflies the other had just given her.

“Woa, it’s so late, I guess I just have to stay over,” Isaac teased, carrying out his words. You rolled your eyes, “Oh nooooo, I guess you have to sleep on the couch while I sleep in my wonderful cozy bed,” she bantered, dramatically sighing. 

Isaac laughed softly, he couldn’t help but think to himself.  He thought he should just wait and explore his feelings, rather than explode them right here, right now. After all, this friendship was worth more to him than trying to complicate things for you.

[Name] looked at him, not wanting him to leave just yet despite it getting late. You could tell he was in his own world, taken over by his thoughts for a brief moment. As you smiled, you got up, offering your hand out.

“I say, we go to the gas station and get snacks, but I mean only if you want to,” she said, looking around.

“You could just tell me you wanna spend more time with me, I understand you know,” Isaac’s face scrunched in a teasingly manner as he continued, “But I guess we can do that, and maybe I could take you for a drive.”

“Oh be quiet, who wanted to stay here just a few minutes ago?” she rolled her eyes playfully. 

“And who wants me to stay here?” he pushes back, as he takes her hand and pulls her in for a moment. Isaac felt a rush of confidence wash over him, as he looks down at the girl. He leans down to her ear, smiling while whispering, 

“Last one to the car is paying.”

And he booked it. [Name] just stood there, eyes widened, realizing she might actually be insane. Her, liking HIM?? Or him possibly liking her?? Has your heart normally race around him? Or was that just now? You were in denial to say the least. You locked your door and ran after the tall one.

Thick silence filled the car as Isaac drove to the nearest gas station. The only noise that was heard was the faint singing in the radio, as [Name] looked out the window, replaying the actions from before. Parking, Isaac glanced over at you, basking in the way your face was highlighted in reds and purples from the neon signs in front of the store. He would be lying if he said his brain wasn’t getting drunk off the way you got out and waited at his door for him. You both went wandering into the store, grabbing multiple items, and Isaac insisted on paying.

After settling in the car, Isaac asked if you had anywhere to be tomorrow morning, gaining a ‘no’ in response. He nodded and proceeded to drive aimlessly. He didn’t have a set place on taking you, he just wanted to drive around the city, just to see your face light up from the way the buildings were lit. Isaac couldn’t help but smile to himself, seeing you sway around to the low music as he found an area to park and sit. Everything she did, every move, every word, every facial expression made Isaac swoon. Making a few jokes here n there, just to hear your laugh, and vice versa.

[Name] laid her head down on his shoulder, looking at the view of the city in front of her. She grabbed his hands, messing with his fingers as he giggled. Isaac’s phone vibrated, causing [name] to sit up and look around nervously.

“Who was it,” she asked curiously.

“Just some dumb tiktok link Larry sent me, I don’t think any of the guys know I’m here with you actually,” he replied. 

You slowly nodded, “Secretive I see.” Isaac laughed lowly, “Yes, but only because I jumped up so fast when I saw your message earlier.” 

She smiled to herself, sharing glances with him. Isaac knew better, but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned in a bit, smiling softly causing [name] to look at him.

“This may be a mistake, but I really wanna make it,” he says inaudible as he glances at her lips to her eyes back to her lips. She kisses him. Isaac was taken a bit surprised, but he most definitely didn’t complain. Her hands cupped both of his cheeks, and she moved back to look at him, hands still placed. 

“You were pining too much, I was getting impatient,” she apologized. 

“Well sorry I wanted to be a gentleman,” he replied. 

“Okay gentleman, you’re not allowed to stay the night anymore,” she teased, removing her hands from the other, and moving back. 

“That’s not very nice to someone you just kissed,” he faked being hurt, putting his hand on his heart as if it got ripped out. 

“I don’t have to kiss you in order for you to stay the night, of course.” 

“Oh but you should,” he egged on. 

“I knew kissing you would make your ego implode,” she teased back, playfully rolling her eyes. Isaac kissed her this time, resulting in a very defeated whine from the other. 

“So I can stay the night again? Your couch is quite comfortable you know.” 

[Name] closed her eyes and sighed, “Sure you can stay the night. BUT just the couch, we can talk about this in the morning.” 

Isaac smiled, "Whatever pretty girl. "

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a/n: hi again, I hope you enjoyed that and if you didn't, don't tell me :] I hope it wasn't tooo bad, as I literally never write so aaaaa, who knows maybe I'll write more often idk !

#group chat #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #the group x reader #i have no idea what I'm doing #hes so giggles #tgc #the group chat podcast #the group chat #the group chat x reader

[luvfy0dor]

I think you knew this was coming

I hope you don’t mind

And you can take as long as you want

But it me

The dad Fyodor anon

Dropping back in

For more parenting requests

Why? Because that’s what I do

And I just had an idea y’know. True to my name I have a dad Fyodor thought in my brain but I think I’ll save that for another day

Honestly your post about dad Dazai (that I did request ik) got me thinking

And now I want a lil mini story of Dazai trying to bond with his newborn child and adapt to being a father. Cuz as you covered in the headcanons, he’d be struggling with a lot in the beginning most likely. And I really desperately want to expand on that

The reader’s gender is your choice. You can make it another part of the accidental pregnancy ask, or a stand alone, or not mention a reader at all and just focus on Dazai and his child

But you brought up some interesting thoughts there and if you’re comfortable playing with some a little more you know I would SNORT that up like a BEE

I’m not entirely sure why I wrote that last part. But I was just thinking of bees so, I’m saying bee. We made this choice

As always, the one and only, Dad Fyodor anon

P.S. If you ever want me to request other characters and expand more on these topics, please say so I will like do it in a heartbeat

“Oh, baby !!” - Dad!Dazai Bonding W/ His Child ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; erm I did some research for this but I'm not completely sure that I didn't just run my mouth at some points tbh, reader is only mentioned like once

Description; Dazai bonding with his infant child

A/N; dawg I actually start convulsing every single time I get a request from you like foaming at the mouth I get so excited omg istg I snort your asks like a bee too so I feel that, but dwdw! Your asks are always perfectly fine! And request whoever you wanna read for, it's my job to supply things that y'all like. But now that you've mentioned that new dad Fyodor thought.........................hmu about that 🤭🫡

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I think Dazai would be confused on how to go about bonding with a child, because what do infants do? Sleep? Eat? So he takes every chance he gets to feed and rock the baby in his arms.

★ He plays peekaboo with the child, too. He also makes as much eye contact as possible because he read somewhere that it's a good way to communicate non verbally with a small baby.

★ When it reaches about 4 months old, as long as your child is laughing, that means he's doing something right. Until your child is bigger and is able to express their deeper emotions and feelings, he will settle for the amused squeals and laughs.

★ He also reads to the kid, turning the book around to show them them the pages while they sit in their tiny little baby swing. When he reads picture books, he goes all out, voice impressions and everything.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Dazai sat on the floor, staring at the newborn baby in her little swing. His legs were criss crossed as he observed her, watching every small movement she made in her little swaddle. He watches with adoration, still so amazed that he could create such a beautiful thing; such a miracle. He had never previously imagined himself having a family, especially not so soon, but he couldn't be more thankful now that he did.

He's torn from his thoughts when he hears the soft cries of his daughter, her face contorted from her recently peaceful one to one of sadness, and so did his. "Aw, what's wrong, honey?" He says, gently picking her up. He hushes her softly while rocking her back and forth in his arms, to no avail. Her cries become a little louder and he starts to internally panic a bit. "Hey, hey, you're alright, I promise!" He murmurs to her. "Are you hungry? Is that what it is?" He says, setting her back down in her baby swing for a moment and dashing off to the kitchen.

He makes her a bottle, shaking the formula and mixing it up while simultaneously speed walking back to his daughter. He sets down the bottle and scooches closer to her swing, taking her back into his arms and holding the bottle up to her mouth. She starts to suck on the top piece, slowly but surely draining the bottle. He smiles while watching her, removing the bottle from her mouth after a bit. He gently wipes her any excess formula from her mouth, giving her a bit of a break.

Dazai readjusts her posture in his arms, supporting her head as her small little eyes open and stare at him. He stares back, almost as if he were intimidated by the young baby. He felt silly about it, but at the same time he couldn't really help it. "Don't worry, I passed my good genes on to you." He says playfully to her. Her face makes a small grimaces again, and he knows it's probably because she wants the rest of her bottle, but he can't help but feel a little offended.

"Hey...you're not a very nice baby, are you? You probably got that from me, too." He murmurs, an eyebrow raised as he feeds her the bottle again. She seems content, which makes him smile. He feels her squirm a little bit and he quickly removes the bottle from her mouth, a bit of liquid remaining. He again wipes any remaining formula off her face before holding her to his chest. He sits down on the couch and carefully lays down, his head leaned against the armrest of the sofa.

He resumes his activity of just staring at her, so bewildered and actually astonished over what his life has come to. Positively, ofcourse. His fingers lightly caressed her head that was littered with teeny tiny baby hairs already. He can't keep himself from grinning, so proud of himself for not running away from a situation for once. Sure it has been difficult and he had his insecurities along the way, but he had a lovely partner to help him out of those holes he unintentionally mentally dug himself.

That support from you helped Dazai a great deal, as did holding his daughter for the first time. He actually cried when he did. He felt as though she was the most fragile thing in the entire world; a fragile thing that could be tainted solely by the blood on her fathers hands, the sins he has committed, yet every day she proves to be the most heaven-sent thing he has and ever will come across.

While he's sucked into his own thoughts, he can't help but smile subconsciously at the life has made for himself and refusing to let his past hold him back. He couldn't be happier, and he truly believed nothing would ever make him more ecstatic than his unforeseen family.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai #dazai osamu x reader #bsd dazai osamu #dazai bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x you #osamu dazai x reader #headcannons #bsd headcannons #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #dad!dazai

[samipekoe]

Not going to lie, with how much Farcille content you posted on Twitter, I had no idea you were a Lacille girlie!!! Honestly both ships rock hard but ngl you are so good at drawing intimacy... Going to spend the rest of my money on ship art from you because you somehow capture the feeling of desire so much better than dozens of NSFW artists I've seen on Twitter and your work is legendary for me. Keep on trucking, your art's gorgeous!!! Also erm... When do we get Samrem yaoi? I wanna see the tips touching!!!

that's me the farcille shipper who moonlights as a lacille shipper!!! to be honest idk what bit me I have read dunmeshi many many times over and in one of those times after the anime came out it just struck me like wouldn't it be sooo funny if they were in love and *i* drew it. it also may sound dumb as an Online Artist but I get scared when my stuff gets a lot of attention and farcille is hot rn so I feel more comfortable drawing something unpopular LOL

tysm omg 🥲 I try very hard to draw sweet intimacy I'm glad it comes across... and the tips! one day I'll be brave!!!! and show you their tips touching!!!!

#it makes me sooo happy when ppl like my samrem art. even if they haven't played. iori and saber are Everything To Me #and when ppl open their hearts to lacille bc they like my art...i couldn't ask for better praise

[gomzwrites]

100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :)

Day 4: John Soap MacTavish

CONTAIN SMUT, 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I will block ageless, untitled block so gtfo

Tags: smut, oral job(Soap receiving), xgn!reader, lipstick - let me know if I missed any

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: I think for a time there were a few lipstick smut fic and I really wanted to have my spin on it :) so I wrote this for our dear feral Soap

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What have yer been up to?

Soap asked from the bed as he placed down his journal and watched you shift around on the chair in front of the vanity table.

I'm trying out these new lipsticks, I got them a few weeks ago during my birthday from my friend!

You replied back happily as you usher him closer; he gave you an amusing look as he approached you and lifted you up to sit on his thigh. He watched the different lipsticks laid before him and noted the colours.

What do you think? Which one should I try first?

You flash a grin as he chuckles and tilts his head.

This one. 

He pointed to the one that had a crimson-red colour on it.

Okay. 

Soap hums along as he watches you take out the cover and glance at it. Then you get an idea as you hand him the base of the lipstick.

Wanna help me wear it?

He was taken aback a little by the request, but he decided to do it as he shrugged his shoulders.

Erm ah can try ah guess? Don’t scold meh if I mess up yer look then, pet.

He wiggles his eyebrow as you chuckle and push your lips at him. He slowly takes out the stick and gently swipes it across your lips, watching the shine appear and swallowing hard when it makes your lip look brighter and plump, the look making you irresistible.

Oops…

He whispers as he deliberately lets the lipstick swipe over the corner of your lip just a bit further than necessary. Before you can move, he takes his finger and traces it from your chin and wipes it off slowly, teasingly. He gives you a smirk as he squeezes your cheeks slightly and chuckles. He can feel your cheeks getting slightly hotter from his fingers.

Hmmm, it looks good on you...

He whispers in a lower voice as he tilts your chin up, staring at your lips for a few seconds before moving your head to the mirror.

You watch the reflection and nod. You give your lips a quick smack before another idea comes into your mind.

Hm, I don’t know. There’s another colour here as well to try, though I don’t feel like wiping this one off yet~

Soap grins back as he rests his hand on your thigh while the other rests idly on the chair armrest. He sensed that playful tone in your voice, which usually means you’re up to no good.

And what is yer pretty mind thinking now?

Well…

You trail off before grinning at him as you tap his lips.

I can put it on you, and then we can see how well the colour goes.

He widened his eyes and laughed as he shook his head.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Why? Scared of looking good?

Wut? No, am not; ah already look good without lipstick on.

Okay, yeah, that sounds like you’re scared.

He knows this is a trap, but he can’t help but give in to your plan as he sighs and rolls his eyes.

Okay, fine, do what yer want then.

You beamed up happily as you quickly took the other lipstick and slowly applied it over his lips. This one has a lighter shade than the one you’re wearing; the shade is somewhere between berry and burgundy.

ah look ridiculous.

He says it with a deadpan as he looks into the mirror and back at you. You burst into laughter as you watched how unnatural it looked on him. You were about to take your phone as he quickly snatched it from your hand and held it firmly.

Nuh uh, there’s no way I’ll let ye take a photo!

You give him a challenging look as you raise your eyebrow.

Oh yeah?

You lean in and kiss his lips suddenly as he gasps and weakens his grip. You hold him close from the neck as you pull back, feeling him chase after you. He huffed out a puff of air after you retracted your lips from him and stared at you with a dumb look. You grinned with satisfaction as you held the phone before him.

*SNAP*

Oh you little-

You yelp as he takes the phone and tosses it to the bed, grabbing your waist as his eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you in for another kiss again, breathing heavily as he takes his time to feel your soft lips. He could taste the shared breath and feel you fumbling around to grab his hair. He chuckles as he parted lips with you, absolutely awestruck with the way you look right now.

Your front hair is slightly messy, and your lips, the colours now mixed up from both his and your lipstick, the look sends a shiver down his spine as he lets out a small moan.

Steamin’ jesus, look at you...

You giggled as he looked the same to you, his cheeks flushed with a messy lip, and his eyes, the way it shows how much want and greed turn you on in ways you can’t describe. You lean in and kiss all over his face, making sure to plant them harder on his skin as you finish.

You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.

He turns his head to the mirror and watches the amount of kiss marks adorned on his face; his mouth quirked up at the corners as he let out another breath. He never realised how much he liked being marked up like this by you.

He’d always been a big fan and would always like to go through the claw marks around his back and arms the next day after you have a steamy session with him, and he goes absolutely feral over the hickies you leave on his body; his favourite is when you leave it on the back of his neck, his collar barely being able to cover it.

Yeah, just look at the mirror like that, hm? Make sure you don’t look away, Johnny.

That made him swallow another breath as you whispered in that sultry tone into his ears. He obeyed and watched as you slowly kissed his neck, then trailed lower to plant more kisses around his shoulder blade. He wanted to take off his shirt, but you stopped him, only taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to his mouth.

Be a good boy and hold it, yeah? If you let go... I’ll stop immediately, and you don’t want that now, do you?

He gives you a frantic shake as he bites on the shirt, obediently following your orders as you take control. You run your hand all over his upper body, feeling every muscle tensing up and shivering slightly. He watches you in anticipation as you smirk and start painting him with your lips.

Going at such a slow speed as you trail ghost-like kisses around his chest, teasing him as he gives a few grunts, before finally licking those rough skin and kissing it, making a sloppy mess on every spot you imprinted with your lips, causing him to shiver everything your hot breath fanned against those sensitive spots.

You kneel before him, slotting between his thighs, as you wipe your drool off your lips with the back of your hand, admiring just how divine he looks right now, marked up all prettily with those lipstick stains from your lips. His breathing was much harder, his beautiful blue eyes were blown out, and the shirt he was biting on now has a wet stain surrounding it.

That’s not the only spot that is damp.

You palm him with your hand, watching how his hips jolt towards your hands as he gives out a hushed whimper.

So needy…

You tutted slowly as you grabbed him through the jeans harder, a strained moan escaping from him as he frowned and closed his eyes. His shaky hands held onto your head as he gently nudged it against the dent of his pants, urging you to go on.

Think you can keep that shirt in that pretty mouth of yours if I give you what you want?

He gives you a hurried nod as he massages the scalp of your hair and tries to speak through the cloth.

M-mmmhmm….mmpheasee…

You began zipping down his pants and letting his cock free from these constraints, gasping as you watched it bounce and hit his abs. God,  you’ll never get tired of this view. Then, you give a soft kiss at the tip of his head before trailing it down all the way to his base. You can hear him whining as he buckles his hip up desperately every time you retract your plump lips off him, silently telling you:

Enough with the tease, please.

You lick the cum off the slit of his hard cock and start flattening your tongue and running it up and down on the side of his cock, your eyes never leaving him as he throws his head back into the arm rest, pulling his shirt up further and showing off his glistening body from the sweat.

Good boy

You mumble before you finally start bobbing your head up and down on him, his hand tugging you slightly every time his aching cock hits the back of your throat, making you moan each time, the vibration of your sounds sending electric waves of pleasure into him.

Mmmm! Hngh….

More pleas and whimpers start escaping from his lips the faster you move your head, always sucking his tip slightly whenever you reach the top while you pump the rest of his cock with your hands. You can tell by how close he is, how much his cock is twitching in your hot mouth, and how he is leaning forward. He pulls you off his cock as he furiously pumps his cock with his other hand.

Come on, come for me, Johnny.

You rasp back as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He gives a strained, high-pitched moan as he comes undone and shoots his load into your mouth, his body tensing and shuddering as orgasm hits him like a wave.

F-fuckkk….y/n!! Ah! y/n….arghhhhh….

He released the shirt as he panted and mumbled incoherently with a broken voice, slumping forward as he watched you swallow, lick your lips, and clean yourself. He tilted your head up as he looked at your face. Your lipstick was smudged and messed up, and that fucked-out blissful face you had was almost tempting enough for him to go in for a second round.

You’re going to be the death of me…

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a/n: muffled moans? muffled moans- *nods* I hope this was a good read for you guys, Im still not confident with the way I write smut but this one was a fun one to write >:]

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[the-s1lly-corner]

I’ve got one more request in my brain and then I’ll stop for a while…maybe

So this one is an solo? I.H.A where y/n is doing stand up! Halfway through Jax is egging on reader and going “boo get off the stage” which causes y/n to stop and rail into Jax in the vein of “that’s why yo mama dead” this goes on for 10 minuets, everyone shocked and Caine’s jaw in the earth. Then y/n drops the mic and walks off. If it’s possible could I also add the others reaction to this? Thanks! ❤️❤️ ps your writing is great

Stand up Comedy where you get back at a rude audience member

wasnt too sure what to name this since its not exactly a shipping thing, maybe, i think... i dunno!! this post may be a little short, may not be, we shall see! erm!! warning i do not have good humor i think, like i am unfunny finally getting to requests for today; took me a little longer than usual since i went out to go get some breakfast and i threw together some dough for cinnamon rolls today also gentle reminder ! currently requests are closed so i can catch up on my inbox and take a short break! i dont have a set time for them to open again, but i aim to reopen in a few days! any new requests sent in will be void; its nothing against you my inbox is just flooded rn and i need to empty it out </3

caine thought it would be a good idea for you guys to do a little comedy night; be it for bonding or for entertainment you werent sure

however throughout the night, jax was calling out to whoever was on stage and trying to either steal their show or simply being mean

so far, pomni had gone (who froze up on stage the second the lights were on her), gangle (poor girl was bullied off stage by jax), kinger (who just rambled about cool bug facts)

needless to say so far the night was a bit of a disaster

currently, zooble was up on stage, not even making an attempt to do jokes. any jokes they did make were a bit on the darker side; and of course, jax was loudly cutting in

"you know what? <> this!" zooble drops the prop mic and storms off the stage, the air being a tense afterwards

you feel caine nudging your side, alerting you that you were up next

you internally sighed, you really didnt want to do this, in fact it seemed like just about everyone didnt want to do this

jax immediately started on his bullshit before you even had a chance to open your mouth, already booing. from on the stage you could see ragatha giving him a look

you tried to begin again, before jax made a comment on how quiet you were

"oh course you'd know about sound, seriously have you seen how big your feet are? you slap the floor instead of stomping"

silence

zooble lets out a choked laugh, and you can see caine jerk forward as he tried to contain a surprised laugh

jax narrows his eyes, and he opened he mouth

"hang on wait when was the last time you brushed your teeth? i mean come on man, youre teeth are yellow. maybe the reason no ones been laughing is because theyre choking from how bad your breath smells"

gangle holds her hands over her mouth, seemingly in shock. kingers eyes darted between you and jax, and pomni held a similar expression to gangle... jax, of course, was fuming, trying to rattle off a come back, ultimately failing and stammering that his teeth are meant to be that color

you had to admit, it was odd seeing jax finally being knocked down a peg, but it was satisfying in its own way

you kind of ragged on him for another minute before seeing yourself off stage

the entire room was silent

caine pulled his lower jaw off the floor, and regained himself, before letting jax know it was his turn up next

tonight was going to be a long night...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

Glitter

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@idontknowreallywhy was kind enough last week to encourage me to write something. Then @gumnut-logic posted some fluffwhump prompts and, well, this happened.

Massive thanks to Nutty for letting me borrow Alex and for the readthrough. If you've no idea who Alex is you can find his entire story here and it's brilliant.

The whole series is a m/m romance so if that's not your thing it's best not to read. Otherwise I hope you enjoy reading my first go at writing a fic in a very, very long time.

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Alex waited for the coffee machine in his mum’s kitchen, happily daydreaming.

He’d been looking after his niece and nephew whilst his mum and sister went on a spa day.  He’d agreed to it months ago, but he’d been gutted when it fell on one of Virgil’s rare days off rota.

Virgil solved the problem by coming along with him. He had drawn endless pictures of whatever James and Vicky wanted, whilst they painted and covered the pictures in various craft materials and stickers. The pile of art had been sent home when their dad had come to pick them up, and now Virgil was tidying up the mess whilst Alex made the coffee.

The coffee machine stopped, signaling the not quite Thunderbird Two but still very good coffee was ready.

“Aaaaaaaalex?” Virgil’s voice came through from the next room, sounding rather higher than usual.

“Viiiiiiiiiiirgil?”

“Erm, I need some help.”

Alex walked back through to the room he’d left Virgil in to be met with the sight of green glitter. Getting the large plastic tub of green glitter back on the high shelf clearly hadn’t gone to plan, and now it was all over the floor, the coffee table and the sofa, but most of all it was all over Virgil. He looked hilarious. His clothes and boots were absolutely covered, and his hair was now more sparkly green than black. Virgil was trying his best to brush it off, but the more he brushed the more glitter seemed to appear.

Alex’s urge to laugh won.

That earned him a full frown from the eyebrows. Unfortunately, said eyebrows were currently green and glittery too, so the effect probably wasn’t quite what Virgil intended.

“I’m sorry.” Alex made his way over to Virgil, getting the glitter on his own shoes in the process and desperately trying to hold in the smirk. “Just it’s usually me who ends up in dropping things.”

Alex brushed some glitter off Virgil’s shoulders, and the laughing erupted again.

Virgil stopped brushing himself, got out his phone and had a look at himself in the selfie camera. A sigh, then a smile and a gaze up at Alex. “Ok you do have a point. But I can’t leave the house looking like this.”

“It’s fine. It’s green. It’ll go with your uniform. Imagine being rescued by somebody who actually sparkled!”

Alex found himself being picked up and slung over Virgil’s shoulders as if he weighed nothing at all, carried over to a chair on the other side of the room and placed feet first on it. Virgil then stood back and grinned, still holding Alex’s hands. “Like that?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Virgil moved his hands to Alex’s waist and lifted him down, again seemingly without any effort. Alex straightened up and ran a hand through Virgil’s hair, trying to do something useful since he could see the glitter in Virgil’s hair better. Nothing moved. At all.

Alex tried again. It was stuck solidly to Virgil’s hair gel. “I think you need a shower.”

Another sigh, then a defeated sounding “Good idea”.

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Alex was enjoying a new cup of coffee on the sofa when Virgil appeared from his shower, smiling at Alex with an embarrassed smile. His clothes and boots were still a little shiny but nothing like what they were before, and his black hair had formed into the soft curls that were usually blow dried and gelled 5 seconds after getting out the shower.

As Virgil sat down on the sofa beside him, Alex pulled him in for a kiss and his brain dissolved for a while. When they stopped, the light caught Virgil’s face and Alex reached up a thumb and stroked one of Virgil’s eyebrows. “There was still some glitter.”

Virgil’s wonderful arms were wrapped round him, and to Alex’s surprise he just shrugged, smiled and said “I’ve got used to you doing that now.” Those arms pulled him closer again. “And it’s amazing.”

 Alex was reminded that his whole life felt like every dream he’d ever had had come true. “You are amazing.”

“Even with fluffy hair and sparkly eyebrows?”

“Especially with fluffy hair and sparkly eyebrows.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfluff #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #there is glitter everywhere #a fanfic of nuttyfic #sailingonapuddle fanfic

[lpham2525]

An Almost Proposal

***This is my longest post yet so grab a beverage of choice and a plushie to keep your company. It's going to be a long, long read.

[LOID and FRANKY are having an intense discussion at an outdoor café. YOR is out running errands when she sees them.] 

LOID (to FRANKY): I already told you I tried thinking of over 800 ways to do it but... 

LOID: *sighs, heavy-hearted* 

LOID: None of them seem good enough.  

LOID: *fiddles with small velvet box in his gloved hand* 

LOID: What if she doesn’t even like it? 

FRANKY: *spots YOR walking over to them* 

FRANKY: Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s heading our way now. 

LOID: What— 

YOR: Loid! Franky! Imagine running into you two here! 

LOID: Yor!  

LOID: *quickly stuffs his hands in his pockets* 

LOID: What...what are you doing here? 

FRANKY: Is that any way to greet your wife? 

LOID: Shut up, Franky. 

YOR: Is Loid mad at me? What if they were talking about something important? What if they...don’t want me here? 

YOR: I...I just dropped off Anya at Becky’s house and decided to run some errands before going home. I-I hope I’m not interrupting anything. 

FRANKY: Oh no, not at all. We were just bouncing around some ideas... 

FRANKY: *glances sideways at LOID, a sly glint in his eye* 

FRANKY: As a matter of fact, we would love to hear your opinion on something... 

LOID: *blanches* 

FRANKY: *ignores LOID’s frantic hand signals from behind YOR* 

YOR: Sure, I’d be happy to help. 

FRANKY: Great! What Loid wants to know is— 

LOID: *about to have a heart attack* 

LOID: Nothing! It’s nothing! 

FRANKY: Oh, it’s something all right. It’s definitely something.  

LOID: *looks at FRANKY murderously* 

FRANKY: *ignores LOID* 

FRANKY: He wants to know what’s the best way to propose to someone.  

YOR: Propose? Propose what? 

LOID & FRANKY: 0_0 

LOID: Thank God my wife is so innocent... 

FRANKY: Propose... 

FRANKY: …marriage.  

YOR: Oh! That! Of course!  

YOR: *laughs nervously* 

FRANKY: He’s asking for a friend, of course, seeing as how he’s already married to you. 

YOR: He’s asking for a friend? Is the friend...you? 

FRANKY: *full-body shock* 

LOID: What’s THAT look for? 

FRANKY: *clasps YOR’s hand as tears stream down his face* 

FRANKY: Yor, you think...you think I can get a woman to marry me someday? 

YOR: Why, of course I do! You’re going to make some lucky lady very happy someday.  

FRANKY: Oh, Yor, that’s the most confidence anyone’s had in me since...well, ever... 

LOID: *cuts in between them and snatches YOR’s hand back* 

LOID: That’s quite enough of that. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in whispers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

LOID: That’s my wife’s hand you’re holding! 

FRANKY: *grins toothily* 

FRANKY: Someone is in a little too deep. 

LOID: I am not! It’s only because...if someone sees Yor holding hands with another man, they might get the wrong idea... 

FRANKY: Yeah, sure. That's the reason you’re so anxious to take her back. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end whispers~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

FRANKY: So, Yor, what do you think? How would you want someone to propose to you?  

LOID: You don’t have to answer that, Yor. 

LOID: Although I wouldn’t mind the inspiration... 

YOR: No, I want to help. 

YOR: *thinks hard, then brightens* 

YOR: The best way to propose to someone is... 

LOID & FRANKY: *leaning in eagerly* 

YOR: With respect! 

LOID & FRANKY: ... 

LOID & FRANKY: WHAT.  

FRANKY: *recovers first, then thumps LOID on the back* 

FRANKY: Well, there you have it, Loid! The best way to propose to someone! It’s so obvious I wonder why we didn’t think of it ourselves! 

LOID: *deflated* 

LOID: Yes, of course...It was...staring me in the face...the whole time... 

FRANKY: Now you can go tell this...friend...of yours the best way to propose to his lady love. 

LOID: I will. Erm, thanks, Yor.  

YOR: You're welcome. Anything I can do to help!  

LOID: Well, I think we’re done here so why don’t I walk home with you? 

YOR: Are you sure? You two looked like you were having a good time. I just wanted to stop by and say hello. 

LOID: No, I’m sure.  

YOR: All right then. It was nice to see you again, Franky. Come by and visit us sometime. 

FRANKY: Oh, I will. I’m waiting on some good news that should be coming very, very soon, and when it does...I’ll swing by to celebrate. 

YOR: Please do. 

LOID: *grimaces as he tips his hat* 

LOID: Franky. 

FRANKY: *gives LOID a cheeky grin and two thumbs up* 

[As soon as YOR and LOID turn their backs, FRANKY shakes his head.] 

FRANKY: Sheesh. That guy’s got his work cut out for him. 

LOID: *walks home with YOR, hands still stuffed in his pockets* 

LOID: So what did she mean by that? Was that code for something? No, of course not. She didn’t even know we were talking about her. But that means her answer didn’t give away anything at all! I still don’t know how I’m going to do this. I’m back at square one. 800 ideas and nothing to show for it! Come on, think, Twilight. Surely you can do better than this! If only I could come across some clue... 

YOR: Um...Loid? 

LOID: *stops abruptly, causing YOR to trip. He reaches out a hand to steady her* 

LOID: What? Oh no. Was she saying something? Was I ignoring her this whole time? Does she find me inattentive? Uncaring? Or worse, a...a horrible husband?! I knew it! She’s mad at me now. Well, she has every right to be. I’ve been so preoccupied that I can’t even take the time to listen to her when we’re together. All right, pull yourself together, Twilight. You can do this. You can— 

LOID: Ahem. Yes, Yor?  

YOR: Er...while I think it’s very sweet that you held my hand for this entire walk and you even kept it in your pocket to keep me warm, you...you’ve been fidgeting a lot. I’m worried that you’ll wear a hole in your pocket and the other thing you have in there will fall out. 

LOID: *freezes as the color drains from his face* 

LOID: I’m still holding YOR’s hand?! Please don’t tell me that I put her hand in the same pocket as... 

[LOID forces himself to look. His heart plummets. He pulls their intertwined hands out of his pocket, leaving the velvet box in there.]

LOID: Yes, well. I apologize. I was thinking very hard about this...friend of mine and how I was going to use your idea to help him. However, I can do that later. Right now, I should be listening to what you’re saying. 

YOR: Oh no, I wasn’t saying anything! I was very much enjoying our walk together. I’m just worried since you seem so tense. If...if this isn’t overstepping bounds, how about you tell me a little more about your friend’s situation and I’ll see if I can do anything further to help. 

[LOID thinks for a moment, then pulls YOR over to a nearby bench. They sit and LOID takes off his hat, twirling it on his free hand.] 

LOID: There’s not much to say, really. My friend has been with his lady for a while now. Neither one of them was looking for a serious relationship in the beginning and honestly, he’s surprised it’s lasted this long. However, what surprises him even more is...what developed during their time together. At first, spending time with her baffled him. She was so unlike anyone he’d ever met that it took time for him to figure her out. 

LOID: *bows his head, chuckling wryly*  

LOID: To be fair, he still doesn’t have her figured out. But he likes that, in a way. It keeps things interesting, keeps him on his toes. And there’s other things about her, too. Qualities that caught him off-guard, but things that he wouldn’t give up for the world and now can’t live without: her selflessness, her strength, her tenacity...and her tenderness.  

LOID: *moves YOR’s hand onto his knee, absently tracing her fingers with his thumb* 

LOID: And they work so well together. When he has trouble with something, she encourages him and teaches him, presenting new perspectives. When she struggles, he does what he can to support her and be there for her. It’s not every day that people find someone who complements them like that.  

LOID: *leans back into the bench and looks up at the sky which was turning a rosy hue* 

LOID: I guess that’s why he wants everything to be perfect. He wants to show her that even though their relationship wasn’t supposed to be serious at first, now he wants to prove that he’s never been more serious about anything in his life...than making their relationship real. And making it last.  

YOR: She sounds like a very special lady. 

LOID: She is... 

LOID: *bolts upright* 

LOID: I mean, from what I hear! From my friend! 

YOR: *giggles* 

YOR: And your friend sounds like he’s found his match. 

LOID: *glances at their interlaced fingers* 

LOID: That he has. 

YOR: *squeezes LOID’s hand* 

LOID: *looks up at YOR, surprised at the look in her eyes* 

YOR: Loid, I don’t know this friend of yours, but I know you. I know how intelligent and talented and creative you are. I know how hard you try. I know how much you want to help. The fact that you’re so worried about your friend tells me how much you care. However, if you carry on like this, you’re going to worry yourself to death and then you won’t be able to help your friend at all! So I want you to do something for me. 

LOID: W-what is it? 

LOID: YOR never asks for anything... 

YOR: I want you to believe in yourself. Believe in yourself the way Anya and I believe in you. Believe that you can and will help your friend. Believe that everything will work out. I know it will because I know you. I know you can do anything. 

LOID: *stares at YOR as a strange feeling washes over him, YOR’s words baptizing him in her unshakable faith, momentarily absolving him of the anxiety, fear, and stress he’s suppressed for so many years* 

YOR: Loid, are you...okay? 

[LOID’s hand goes limp and his hat falls from his fingers.] 

YOR: Loid! Your hat! Here, let me... 

YOR: *catches LOID’s hat just before it hits the ground. She holds it out to him, but he doesn’t move* 

YOR: Loid? Please say something. 

LOID: *unable to speak because he’s fighting every instinct to get down on one knee and propose to her right then and there. Instead, he leans forward and kisses her forehead* 

YOR: What...what was that for? 

LOID: For being my special lady.

YOR: O-oh... 

LOID: *takes the hat and places it back on his head, then pulls YOR to her feet* 

LOID: Come on, Yor. Let’s go home.  

YOR: O-okay.  

LOID: Only this time... 

YOR: Yes? 

LOID: Let me hold your other hand. 

LOID: *takes YOR’s other hand and places it in his other pocket, then walks home with one hand holding onto his wife and the other hand holding onto a small velvet box, hoping to join the two someday soon* 

***Special thanks to Nick Offerman for the inspiration. And yes, I mean THAT Nick Offerman. The Ron Swanson guy. Who’s married to Karen Walker. If you don’t know who any of those people are, please Google them. I promise you it will be worth your time. 

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #franky franklin #twiyor #loiyor #loid x yor

[scummy-writes]

⋅ ── ✩ Glimpses of Teal and Auburn - Picnic

Words: 602

Characters: Arthur/Mc/Isaac

Summary: In which Isaac joins them for a picnic. Overthinking as usual...

Hey!! This is a series! This is the third part of it, for more info and the other bits, please view this post.

“A picnic?” Isaac spoke to himself, scanning the letter she had left on his desk once more. 

Arthur and her apparently had previous plans to go on a small outing, but something inane must have caused them to invite him. Wouldn’t he just be an awkward accessory?

The letter was set back as he glanced out the window, recalling how pleasant the sun felt on his skin the brief moment he managed to step outside today.

Well… He could always bring a book along, couldn’t he?

Isaac was greeted by the smiling couple once he met them in the garden. He nervously tapped his boot against the ground, clearing his throat. But before he had a chance to speak, she was settling beside him, holding up a book of her own.

“Looks like we had the same idea, Isaac. Isn’t the weather perfect for reading today?”

“Erm, y-yes, it is…”

“Figured this would be a good chance to chat about some things,” Arthur smiled as he spoke, and to anyone else it would seem like a normal statement. But Isaac’s cheeks flushed, knowing they were wanting to talk about the…. Tryst, he had been invited to.

“R-right…” Every movement of his felt stiff- since when had he gotten more nervous between these two? But they didn’t let him suffer in such a way for long. 

Instead, Arthur accepted his awkward agreement while giving her a wink, and… they were off, walking past the grounds of the mansion, further into privacy.

He shouldn't feel his heart flutter like so. She held onto his hand tightly as they walked up the nearby hill, basket in his other hand as he carefully guided her. Before them was Arthur, blanket in tow as he led the way to an 'old picnic spot' he used to roam off to on days plagued with writer's block.

As Arthur babbled about the secluded spot, swearing it was the reason he was finally able to publish this or that story, Isaac glanced over at her, catching her stifling a giggle.

Was this what being in a relationship was like? Accepting your partner's subtle oddities while sharing some of your own?

How wonderful it must be to be so readily accepted in such a way…

"Here we are!"

Still ramped up by his own excitement, Arthur whipped out the blanket in a flourish- acting dramatic in order to incite more teasing tsks from her. It seemed as though Isaac’s brows furrowing made Arthur’s smile brighter, bringing out laughter from the man.

Isaac… Couldn’t really fathom why his expression caused that, but he still watched as Arthur took her hand with the same energy as before, pressing a kiss against her knuckles before the couple settled onto the blanket. Isaac was surprised when Arthur reached for his hand after, playfully tugging him down to join them.

“We packed all of your favorites, Newt!” 

“Which means I made sure Arthur didn’t pack any apples…”

For a moment, Isaac leaned back on his hands as they unpacked the basket and chatted between each other, closing his eyes and letting the cooling wind freely muss his hair without complaint. That, paired with the warmth of her hand over his, and being shoulder to shoulder with Arthur, felt the closest he could get to pure joy. How odd, that it was these two settling his heart in such a way.

Perhaps spending one heated night with them, regardless of his experience, wouldn’t be as shameful as he pictured it to be. Not if they accepted him just a fraction as readily as they accepted each other.

This one is pretty short. Admittedly, I realized that it's been a Very long time since I updated this, and so I looked for another SFW scene and tried to put some sort of order to them, and decided that this one would be a nice third installment.

Eventually....eventually...this does delve into smut... however those drafts are. hm. they don't seem to follow a set timeframe, and it is difficult figuring out who does what with Isaac first, second, last... They are usually short as well, with Isaac a bit overwhelmed but enjoying himself.

i assumed it made a bit more sense to put out the fluffy stuff before they bang, and then slip in the small bits of them banging. Since it's all over the place, I may combine some of the things Mc does with isaac into a post where Isaac is reflecting on the many things they've done together, before Arthur starts taking his turn.

Don't know! Sorry, I'm not used to sharing fanfics that never got completed in the end. It is a little hard to muster past the anxiety to show how clusterfucked some of it is.

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#glimpses of teal and auburn #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #isaacona #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire arthur

[easy-there-leftovers]

Lemme just say how much I love ISY,D??? like the whole story has been so good! I come check your page at least once a day to see if there's any updates lol

Very kind of you to think so, Anon!! I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the next part, so please look forward to it!! A possibly unexpected character might make a special appearance--

But let's see if I can pull this off first!!

For now, have a little teaser(?) Like I did in the past few posts,

————━─━────༺༻────━─━————

You’re here. Face in the grasp of a character you’ve longed to romance with what little time you’ve had away from your scholarly pursuits. Yet meeting him in strange, yet not all too unfamiliar, territory stirs uncertainty within you. Because while he doesn't have a knife at your throat like he did when your character first met him, it certainly does evoke the same sentiment.

In spite of this, his other hand remains steady, grasping a bottle of whatever your guests had left to offer.

‘To, “make me his”, is that right?’ Something he had promised the night you first met him. While the idea is tempting, that statement alone can have various interpetations. And you didn’t want to hedge your bets on the one that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

Thankfully, he releases his hold on your visage. Only the gods know how much his touch alone can influence you, and you struggle to keep upright.

Which would be embarassing if you didn't, given the current setting.

“I’m– very,-- truly, sorry, but don’t you think you have the wrong person? I mean,” You gesture to yourself with both hands, a cut visible from the labor in the few hours prior to the large festivities going on.

“Um…I'm certain you've noticed however, I’m not exactly in a position to make any erm, lucrative offers.” 

#bard speaks!! #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x you #aware!astarion #astarion ancunin x reader

[joys-of-everyday]

MXTX's women

Let's do ✨discourse™✨

Addendum: I checked out twitter (x now?) for the first time in ages and... um... maybe this isn't a good time for discourse. But hey, I love mxtx so I'm just going to do a Shen Yuan and pretend absolutely everything is fine.

I feel like a lot of the discourse around MXTX and sexism don't hit the mark? Things like 'there are few female characters', 'the female characters die', 'the female characters don't hold positions of power' are not indications as to whether a piece of work standing on its own is sexist. For example, you could write an entire novel about a sexless robot (which miserably fails the Bechdel test because there is only one character) and that says nothing about whether the work itself is sexist. This is an caricature of an example and of course, overall trends give a very different picture to individual works, so its not to take such works off the hook either. Similarly, including sexist troupes isn't inherently sexist, but equally arguing something is a 'critique' isn't a shield against criticism. Critique can be done badly, critique can become outdated, critique itself can be critiqued.

But equally the counterargument to this can't entirely be 'but look at x, y, and z - aren't they great female characters?'. Look, I love mxtx's women. I can write essays (plural) about mxtx's women. Many people already have. Then again, Eowyn from lotr is arguably a pretty deep character, but I would have problems if lotr was the best example of female representation we could come up with. The point being, the existence (or lack thereof) of strong female characters isn't (entirely) the point, even though it's often made out to be. Don't get me wrong, good female representation without strong female characters is... erm... hard. But if it was the crux of the argument, the discourse could be killed in three tumblr posts.

The bigger question(s) (possibly) is: What is its intent? How is that intent received?

SVSSS, MDZS, and TGCF are all extremely different pieces of work. SVSSS in particular stands out, because at its heart, it is satire. While debates around what kind of comedy is and isn't good exist independently of SVSSS, needless to say, judging satire in the same way you would say a murder mystery or a romantic fantasy is not advisable. Sha Hualing is a sexy demon lady whose clothes rip off in the middle of a battle. Why? Because that's saying something about a particular trope of a particular genre.

(Side note: I have opinions on how we shove different BLs together when they really shouldn't be under the same umbrella and how this muddies the discourse unnecessarily. I'm talking about Killing Stalking btw)

For SVSSS, if you get it, you get it (it's impossible to read without understanding this). While some loose threads exist about how female characters could have been more developed... man, do you know how much development my boy Mu Qingfang got? You're not sexist if you punch everyone (only half ironic here). (In terms of character development I also think this might be a fandom thing as well as a SVSSS thing.) But I think more relevantly, SVSSS tells you something about the way MXTX writes critique.

If you didn't notice, SVSSS is critique on two levels. First is the blatant critique of the harem genre, and the second is more subtle critique on BL, on fandoms, on webnovels, on literature. But while we get Shen Qingqiu's commentary guiding us through the first bit, this drops during the second bit. It takes Shen Qingqiu so long to realise that what he's living through is a crazy mishmash of BL tropes that the only narration you get on this is Pure Confusion. To realise Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's early interactions is commentary on the 'dark and obsessive love' trope, you need to immediately realise that Shen Qingqiu telling you Luo Binghe is trying to kill him is just... Wrong. So (possibly, ofc I've no idea what's going on in the author's head) the intent is critique. But intent is meaningless without it being conveyed to the reader. So how are we meant to 'realise' what is going on?

Firstly, MXTX tells you. Shen Qingqiu goes: 'damn Luo Binghe isn't acting like in those weird danmei novels' and you're meant to go 'oh weird danmei novels I know about those'. Second is her very obvious use of tropes (even flagged!). 'Clothes rip/disappear in the middle of a serious situation, isn't this weird? Where have we seen that before?'. And thirdly, by introducing a sense of absurdity. Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's relationship is presented in such an unconventional way (the master-disciple pair which generated a famous porno!) that it forces you to engage with it critically.

Okay, so what does that have to do with sexism? Take MDZS. We have a set of very tropey characters - 'the older sister', 'the scary mother', 'the strong independent woman', 'the damsel in distress'. We have explorations and subversions that go beyond tropes: Jiang Yanli's character shaped by her experiences in an abuse household, Yu Ziyuan's pride and loyalty, Wen Qing's well... everything, and Mianmian needs no explanation. We have flags to tell us we are meant to care about these issues: most obviously Mianmian experiencing gendered harassment for speaking up. All the women die! Yeah, isn't that a problem. Because it's the women sacrificing themselves, women silently taking on burdens, women chained by the circumstances of the world around them and still making choices about what is important to them (and it's often not themselves). The women aren't in positions of power/aren't shown to be as competent as the men! They're literally put down when they speak up, and don't the wives have a great time with their husbands. MDZS is critique of society. MDZS's women too are a critique of the society they (we) live in.

But not all critique is good critique! The first way that critique can fail is if it just isn't registered as critique by the reader. And this isn't always on the reader. If the author isn't clear enough on this, then they have failed to execute the intent of their work. And to this extent, I've heard enough people say that MDZS is maybe sexist as a first reaction (myself included) to think that yeah, maybe this wasn't well done. The flags are scarce. The subversions of tropes are subtle enough to be missed in it's entirety. Then again, MDZS often ends up as people's gateway piece into danmei, when it is probably better understood with more context - for me, coming back to MDZS after a big BL reading spree was exceptionally enlightening. As to whether it could have been better done in the bounds of the genre, without detracting from the banging story it was... I honestly don't know.

One way to go about it is, well... TGCF. Here everything is laid out to you to an almost bizarre degree. 'Look, isn't this a Hard Question' the narrative stops to tell you at multiple points, from Bai Wuxiang and Xie Lian's back and forths, to 'I don't know if what I did was right' speeches on a regular basis (maybe not regular but it was enough to notice). The troupes are still there but their twists are far more obvious. Xuan Ji is the 'deranged woman' who is (we are told multiple times) surprisingly normal and competent when she isn't around Pei Ming. Yushi Huang and Banyue are just obviously strong, competent, and in positions of power. Shi Qingxuan shines in all of her wonder, kindness, and unfortune. The flags are more glaring as well: Just Pei Ming's Existence, Ling Wen's whole backstory, Jian Lan's tragedy... And it probably worked? Since people seem to complain significantly less about any supposed sexism of TGCF.

Do I like it? I like elements of it. Ling Wen is honestly great.

But I love the subtlety with which MDZS weaves its themes and tbh I think some of the magic was lost there. (I love TGCF to bits for different reasons but yeah)

Does MXTX's writing of women merit discussion? Of course, everything merits discussion. Particularly MXTX's works which rely so heavily on genre tropes to craft themes. Is MXTX's work sexist? Idk, I would say no, but these things are Hard Questions.

But my feeling? My true feeling? At the very least, it is So. Much. Better. than a huge amount of work that tries to be feminist and pitifully fails.

My current pet peeve is the 'strong independent woman'. Depicting a sexist society then including a 'strong independent women' with no true appreciation of the realistic struggles she would face, as if the only barriers that we face within these societies is to stop being a loser... is worse in my books than not including any women at all. Or 'strong independent women' who turn out to be utterly pathetic and in constant need of saving. Or 'strong independent women' who have no other personality than being the 'strong independent woman'. The intent here is to come across as feminist and progressive without critically engaging in anything. It's paper thin.

Ultimately, the core theme of MDZS and TGCF isn't about women's experiences (whereas SVSSS is, I would argue, right into the nooks and crannies). Do these works explore such themes to the extent it explore privilege, conflict, and oppression? Not really. But you can't do everything - the role of an author is inherently about choosing what to prioritise. And given what it does do, I think it does some pretty neat things.

#mxtx meta #svsss #mdzs #tgcf

[orbital-inclination]

Can I know more about Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, and Blue relationship like how they became part of the gang and any personality changes?

answering this will either take two posts or a read more bc i do NOT do things by halves.

*Edit; I’ve chosen the read more option. Y’all get the backstories in a later post.

I “recently” went over a bit about Killer here. So for now, I'll go over Dust, Horror, Cross and Blue.

Horror: gentle giant. He just wants to feel included. Due to his head injury, he struggles with frequent memory loss and speaking verbally. He uses a notebook to keep himself on track, but his most successful plans are usually thought of and executed on the fly. He's really reliable in a pinch. Has good instincts. Out of the group, he's the most likely to be underestimated by outsiders. His love language is cooking for others but he's not picky about what he eats himself. Hates loud high-pitched noises. (screaming specifically.)

Dust: quiet brooding guy. Outwardly he seems to be the most laidback and apathetic of the group. In reality, he’s restless and moody. The most likely of the group to wander off spontaneously with no purpose in mind. Doesn’t talk much but he knows his way around chemistry. A competent engineer. Makes his own fireworks. Hard to say whether he's introverted or not but if he wants to be left alone you won't' find him, and if he wants company he will tail you like a shadow. more talkative in a group setting, strangely enough.

Blue: enthusiastic, boisterous, and incredibly earnest. He wears his whole heart on his sleeve. He doesn't believe in committing theft, crime in general, or even trespassing. He's actually a little scared of trespassing. secretly, he thinks criminals are brave (but stupid) for trespassing. Can’t lie to save his life. Not that the skill matters much when he lives with two empaths. Cross: introverted, defensive, reluctant to let down his guard, and enough of a workaholic to challenge Rem for his title. Cross needs a structured routine to function. He takes his duties very seriously and generally goes about things as if he has something to prove. (He doesn’t but he hasn’t realized that yet.) -On the Group Dynamic- Dust and Killer get along well. Most of the time. They have a lot of things in common. How they met the Apple twins. The tragic circumstances of their respective AUs. The fact Blue reminds them of Papyrus… do not bring up Papyrus or the Human, on this note. They’ve gotten into bitter violent confrontations over what happened with their brother. Don’t push it. Horror is good friends with Blue, actually. Blue is conscientious of Horror’s intolerance for loud noises and makes an effort to use his indoor voice in his company. Horror tolerates Blue’s erm… creative meal ideas in turn. And they mutually bond over their shared interest in food prep, wordplay, TV Drama, and baking competitions. (Molt, Horror and Blue set aside a date/time to watch the latest episodes when they air. (Cross sometimes joins them as long as they don’t make a big deal over it.) Molt can’t see the screen ofc, but he’s able to experience the show through how Horror and Blue react to it, the occasional narration from both of them, and ofc, the verbal drama of it all.)

Blue’s relationship with the rest of the group is complicated. He knows he’s the odd one out because he is ideologically opposed to Rem’s methods. At the same time, he begrudgingly accepts that sometimes for the greater good, you have to make sacrifices. (He doesn’t like it and is always looking for a better option anyway.) He sticks around out of loyalty to his friend and because he firmly believes the group needs a firm but kind hand. He knows they’ve all been hurt in some way. And if no one else will look out for this group of renegade thieves and scoundrels, he will!

Cross tries his hardest to get along with exactly no one because he wants to keep everyone at arm’s length but ironically this has the opposite effect. Killer treats him like a surrogate little brother. Dust simply doesn’t give a shit as long as Cross is a team player. Horror fusses over him. He has an open invitation to join Blue's workout routine whenever. Rem trusts him. And worst of all, he wants to spill his guts out to Molt whenever something even remotely happens, and that can only mean he feels safe here. And that is terrifying to Cross. He has a home now and that is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

#moltendreams!au #orbital chatter